Sunday 10 May 2009

Hola.

Today was a memorable day. I've typed out about three drafts of this one opening paragraph in just the last 2o minutes, with little snatches of suitable words and phrases floating around, but no way of sewing them together (*frustrating*). I want to talk of the church, and the service, and who I went with and fundamentally what it felt like. But maybe it's just way too early. Suffice to say, it was definitely not as though I felt nothing, but it is definitely the case that I don't know what I felt, or why. A couple of little bits stick in my head on replay, one particular sentence right in the middle that felt like a poke in the ribs, a look, the realisation halfway through that everyone from the clear Christian to the complete surprise was present. I felt like a n00b, obviously, but I didn't feel embarrassed as I was certain I would. Mostly, I felt happy (although that's a weird word for it, tbh). I just felt. And the surroundings were *gorgeous* - art historian heaven.
And it was really, really lovely to build on this sweet and slow-moving friendship.

Away from all that, I went babysitting in London this weekend with Laura, Kate and Kate's little red eye. Watched a veritable plethora of films, including Bridget Jones's Diary and The Wedding Singer. Ate crisps, laughed at Kate's little red eye and badgered Anneka over the phone. Got drawn on by a three-and-a-half year old. Rediscovered the absolute joy that is PlayDough.

Love,
Lucy
xxx

EDIT: And I suddenly really, strangely miss being in an orchestra :|